Trust is a Finicky Thing (One-Shot)

Trust is a Finicky Thing (One-Shot)

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Sometimes, trust is a finicky thing. One moment it's there and another, it's gone. The life of a quirkless person is not one you wish to have but is given to you. You are stuck with it and everywhere you go, it follows. Just because you have a quirk now, doesn't mean the pain goes away. It's there, just hidden behind the mask you call a smile. One Izuku Midoriya will finally come to amends with his mentor and find a huge truth he should have been told months ago. This one truth will shift all the trust he had gained in his mentor since he met him. That trust he had is just a murmur of what it was originally and an even smaller whisper of what it was when he was younger. The trust in one person is something that should be carefully attended too and is just like a string. Once the string snaps, there is no going back.
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Izuku Midoriya always wanted to be a hero, but after being rejected from every hero course in Japan due to his lack of a quirk, Deku decided he would need to help people in a more indirect manor. He started making weapons in his basement, they were only supposed to be for himself, but people started to offer him money, and he did need to eat, so he started selling weapons to heroes, and people who just seemed nice. Before Izuku knew it, he was selling weapons all over Japan. He really wasn't sure where his weapons went, and he was a little afraid to ask. Before he knew it, Uravity was breaking into his house, and his childhood friend was blowing up his phone asking what he's done.

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